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Because I write

Photograph by Ruven Afanador

Smiles cloak sadness

sorrow hides joy

calm contains a storm

fire disguises ice.

My words are not always

a true barometer

of  my mood

nor an honest camera

to faithfully capture

the moment.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph by Ruven Afanador

 

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Stalk

Photo by Ria Pereira

Do you

haunt my timeline

ghost through my pages

silently visit my words?

 

Are you

a shadow in my poetry

a wraith in my prose

a spectre in my verse?

 

Do you

follow my every move

stalk my communication

study my connections

like you hope

I do yours?

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo © Ria Pereira

 

 

 
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Posted by on November 20, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Twitter is for the birds

Twitter is for the birds

Today I was suspended from Twitter.

In a process that is wonderfully Kafkaesque, I have no idea what I am accused of, and who my accusers are. The burden of proof is apparently upon me to convince Twitter that I have not violated their ‘code of conduct’.

I have never sent spam, never posted obscenity in either word or image, never written anything defamatory, never stolen from another, never done anything that could possibly give offence.

But I cannot disagree with those faceless individuals at Twitter who have decided to suspend my account pending my ‘appeal’.

I don’t fit the Twitter profile at all. I don’t post pornography, misogyny, racism, sexism, bigotry, or personal abuse. I am not a plagiarist, a stealer of words or images, a peddler of wares, a multinational on the make, a sad troll who disrespects and insults those least capable of defending themselves, or a populist who goes with the flow.. I do not tweet banal, pointless tweets about my life. I am not of the Twitter ‘mould’.

And nor, dear WordPress follower, if you are reading this, are you. There is quality there, but you have to dig pretty deep to find it.

So, I agree Twitter, I have violated your arcane and arbitrary code. I am guilty of quality and good taste and a belief in respect, sensitivity, humanity and style. I am most certainly guilty.

And I am gone.

Like lots of others apparently. Twitter is in decline.

Keep up the good work, blue bird..

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Twitter logo reproduced without permission

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on August 15, 2015 in Still Life

 

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I am not a hunter

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I am not a hunter

I am not, in this digital world of ghosts and shadows, friends and fakes, dreamers and poets, seeking to find a lover. To have my words read is a compelling enough motive. It is my primary goal.

And yet it is hard not to cross paths with the beautiful and bright, the innocent and intelligent, the creative and clever, the sexy and submissive, the shy and serious. It is hard not to attract and be attracted. It is the joy of this vast global crowd that we can meet so many kindred spirits.

But I would be lying if I said I had not touched and been touched by such special women.

Across the miles and by skin.

Yet I am not a hunter

Except when it comes

to you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 

 

 
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Posted by on February 15, 2015 in Still Life

 

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Biding his time

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He has reached a point where he has to decide.

In his teens he would have called himself a poet. Although, in truth, his talent did not live up to the title . Yet he played the part. Wild eyed and long-haired, a head full of visions, a penchant for flowing white shirts and leather trousers. A singer in bands that failed. A political activist with an instinct for the underdog and a hatred of social injustice.

A romantic soul with a passionate heart.

He does not know how or when industry claimed him. Somewhere along the line he swapped his daytime jeans for a suit and tie, trimmed his shaggy locks and shaved off his beard. He traveled the world, made deals, signed contracts, represented companies and made himself at home in the boardroom

Then, fifteen years in, he’d had enough of blue-chip politics and changed his business life to running smaller companies that were in need of rescue and hope. The chance to make things happen quickly. And to consider the welfare of others. Less lucrative certainly – but far more challenging.

Yet it was still commerce that ruled his days.

The writer inside him did not complain. He worked away quietly. He did not seek a life.

He was biding his time.

Until now.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Rene Magritte

I actually wrote this a year ago – but it was perhaps premature. It is far truer now. And I added audio today. An excuse to repost.

 
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Posted by on February 2, 2015 in Still Life

 

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Twitter favourites

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It is time for some truth

Not all my words on Twitter are about anyone in particular.

Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.

Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.

Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.

Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.

Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.

All for someone special.

They are my favourites.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 

 
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Posted by on January 6, 2015 in Still Life

 

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Pearl

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It is strange, this on-line attraction.

An ache for someone we only know from a profile,

We judge upon few words. A carefully chosen representative image, a handful of one hundred and forty character conversations. a blog, an insight into a life different to ours.

It is random, illogical and bizarre.

And yet, just once, perhaps twice, I found such a sweet beauty, such a sympathetic heart, such a bright wit, such a pure sexually submissive soul, such a desirable body, such a creative mind, that I now believe beyond reason.

Even though I know that, within a thousand shells, there is but one natural, perfect, pearl.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo taken from the web, uncredited at source. My apologies, please contact me if it is yours.

 
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Posted by on October 21, 2013 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Twitter-Dom

Empty suit

You make me laugh.

You Twitter-Dom wannabes.

With the lines you’ve stolen from your mother’s sad, dog-eared copy of Fifty Shades.  And your smartly suited avatars hiding the shabby weddings-and-funerals-two-piece at the back of your cheap wardrobe.

Just because you say you are a Dominant doesn’t make you one.

And if she hasn’t made you earn her respect, then she has none for herself.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

 

 
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Posted by on March 22, 2013 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Trial

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As bizarre as it may seem … I have activated my Twitter account as a trial.

I remain unconvinced of its value, but we shall see.

@RomDominant

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Art by Jack Vettriano

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2013 in Still Life

 

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